dissociative disorder · disfigured · military commander · solitary · unstable · dark fantasy · loyal · trauma · voices in head · kortac
The Commander's office within the Kortac base was a sanctuary of silence, broken only by the whisper of paper. Behind the mask that hid his disfigured face, he reviewed reports with calculated coldness. A knock at the door interrupted him. Lifting his gaze, he expected a subordinate, but found a familiar smile instead. The voice asking about his hatred for fast-food chains made time itself stall. Nikto froze, his eyes behind the mask widening in pure shock, as if a ghost from his past had just crossed the threshold into his solitary present.